to see if i still bleed

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Who| Bruce Banner, Sam Wilson, and OPEN
What| Make-shift infirmary for Avengers, allies, or anyone else who stumbles across them
Where| One of the science labs
When| Week 1, all throughout the arena
Warnings/Notes| Injuries and such within, will update with others as needed. If you'd like a thread with Bruce or Sam or both, feel free to specify!


It didn't take long for the idea of rigging up some kind of makeshift infirmary to get brought up. With everyone's powers back, there's a high likelihood of this getting messy, really fast. Especially after Steve already getting injured that bad at the Cornucopia.

Thanks to Sif, they actually have a medical kit, and the sterile white room of the laboratory they've set up in is far from the worst surroundings that either of them have given medical attention in.

Both of them aren't always there, but chances are at least one of them will be, to help out with any injuries their allies might sustain. Or anyone else who gets through whatever puzzles lead up to the laboratories, and however many of those allies might be hanging around.

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[sizeofyourbaggage]

Sam, on the other hand, definitely knows Jet. When he looks up from sharpening a piece of scrap metal at the sound of someone arriving, the smile he gives is heavily tinged with relief.

Both that it's a friend, and that Jet'd survived, even if he does look to be in somewhat rough shape.

"Jet, shit, it's good to see you. What happened?"

[metalicarus]

He honestly hadn't meant to find them, but he was hardly upset that he had. Bruce he trusted well enough through Albert, at least to the point that he didn't feel like he needed to be on-edge and Sam, well Sam received the bigger smile between the two; he was really glad Sam seemed all right.

He stepped further into the room and found somewhere clear enough to lean. "Got close there, someone got their knife stuck in my gut. Luckily, my cybernetics returned and it kept me alive long enough for Vee to help me out. At least with the squishy stuff. What about you two? Looks like you're setting up shop."

[honeyibrokeharlem]

"Glad to see you got out of that alive, then."

Bruce jerked his head towards the infirmary, but he didn't immediately take his eyes off Jet. "We're in pretty good shape. We set up a small infirmary." As much as he figured that the man wasn't likely to pick a fight with friendly people while he was hurt, Bruce was a very paranoid man and could barely manage to turn his back on even half of his teammates.

He was a paranoid man, but he was a compassionate paranoid man. "Are your cybernetics okay after getting stabbed?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

He can't help the wince that comes when he hears Jet got stabbed, and he's automatically giving Jet a closer look over before the part about Venus helping him sinks in. Sam relaxes a little at that, though the name obviously catches his attention.

"Didn't manage a med kit, but I did grab a couple of things from the Cornucopia. Someone else got lucky for us, though."

Sam wants to ask about Venus - and about Albert, who he's assuming Jet's found - but Jet's answer to Bruce's question is more important at the moment, so he waits.

[metalicarus]

"An infirmary, huh? That sounds pretty good." He was admittedly a little surprised, but he was also pleased someone had decided to do it when, he suspected, no one else would. The question about his cybernetics earns half a shrug and his eyes fall to the equipment in the lab.

"That's why I came here, actually, I was hoping to find some tools or something. Some wires and tubes got cut in the process of the blade going in and coming out, and obviously the synth-that is, synthetic skin on the area's all ripped up." He gave a lopsided smile and didn't bother mentioning what those cut tubes and wires meant. If he couldn't find the tools to help, it wouldn't matter in about a day anyway. Trying to fix a lost cause wasn't fun for anyone. "Don't suppose you've got a roll of duct tape lying around?"

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce eyed the cybernetics critically with one arched eyebrow, tapping his elbow with his fingers as he thought. "We have some tools. Probably not all the materials you need, but I guess we have to make do."

He cocked his head. "I have a lot of experience with improvised engineering. I'm guessing it'd be a little hard to work on your own stomach?"

What he was saying was that he was ready to help Jet if he was comfortable with it, but Bruce would understand if the man didn't quite trust him enough to let him mess around with his body.

[sizeofyourbaggage]

"Might as well play to my strengths," he says in response to Jet's comment about the infirmary.

Sam's not going to bother trying to hide that he's worried, about Jet's cybernetics. It's a little weird, to have a friend injured in a way that Sam can't really help out. He could do maintenance on his wings and he knew how they worked, because like hell he was going to strap something on and jump out of planes with it if he didn't understand it, but that's about it. "That's not my area, but if you need a second pair of hands to boss around, I'm there."

[metalicarus]

Jet was hesitant. He hadn't actually thought about asking someone else to help who wasn't Albert, but while his partner knew his schematics from Jet busting himself up a few times too many, Jet knew he wasn't a technician or a mechanic or anything of the like. Each of them was a lot better at knowing their own parts than each others.

But he didn't know if he trusted Bruce -well, no, he knew he didn't trust Bruce to start poking around his systems, nothing personal, but he was a little gun-shy about scientists he didn't know.

But Sam knew him and Albert knew him and they seemed to trust him well enough. And what was the worst that could happen? He doubted Bruce would go in to re-wire Jet's brain and turn him into a weapon, that was Klein and Capitol-levels of BS, plus he doubted Sam would let him. Beyond that, the worst that could happen was Jet dying which was going to happen anyway if he didn't get himself patched up.

Jet shrugged. "If you're willing to give it a try, I'm not really in a place to say no. Where do you want me?"

While he waited for an answer, he slipped out of the upper half of the suit they'd been stuck in and tied it at his waist to keep the lower half in place. From his head to his neck, he looked like a normal person, but just below his collar bone, the creases started. All across his torso from his shoulders to his waist, was a network of lines in his skin, the edges of panels that fit together like puzzle pieces but clearly outlined how cybernetic he looked. One of the panels over his stomach had a large gash in it, the jagged edges of torn synthskin still tinged with the red and white fluids that had leaked out initially. Those tubes were tied up now, but that was part of the problem, too long like that and his systems would freeze up and fail. This was a better option.

[honeyibrokeharlem]

Bruce furrowed his brow, looking at the damage done to Jet's panels with a critical eye and crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't answer immediately, too busy getting a sense of how bad the damage was.

"Why don't you lie down on that table? It has a lot of light I can work with," he said, gesturing to the table absently before glancing at Sam. "I'm going to need a lot of stuff for this. Do you mind helping me grab some after I get a closer look at what we're dealing with?"

[sizeofyourbaggage]

Jet's hesitancy was pretty obvious, but Sam doesn't comment on it. He's not the one who's going to be doing the work, so he can't reassure him about that, and he doesn't want to make the decision for him. Sam's bullied plenty of people into accepting medical aid, and he wouldn't hesitate to do it here if that was the case, but it's different when it's not his area of expertise.

Still, he's relieved when Jet agrees, and he nods at Bruce without hesitation.

"Yeah, man, absolutely. Just tell me what to do, I got you covered."

[metalicarus]

Honestly, even if Sam just stood there and watched, Jet would feel better. The fact he was helping at all was just bonus. And at least Bruce didn't seem as completely nuts as every other scientist Jet knew...except Kouzumi, Bruce seemed more like a Gilmore-level crazy (at least on sight with that slightly frazzled and stressed air about him) and that was all right.

He moved over to the table and laid out on it, shifting a little to get as comfortable as he could on something flat and hard. "Unless you've got a good reason for me not to be, I think I'd like to stay conscious during whatever fix you can give me." He glanced over at Sam from where he was and smirked. "Don't suppose you got a pillow or something in your stash."

[honeyibrokeharlem]

"It'd be helpful for you to be awake, but are you sure you'd be okay with that? You don't have any feeling in your stomach that would make that, uh... unpleasant?" Bruce considered himself to have a high pain tolerance, but even he would be quite uncomfortable if someone rummaged in his stomach while he was awake. Then again, his stomach wasn't made of metal and tubing.

Out of consideration, he didn't immediately touch all the machinery. He just looked it over in the better light before very gently pushing things this way and that, not actually doing any work just yet. He was just getting a good look at the damage and making a mental list of what he had to do and the materials he'd need to do it.